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How I Spent My Summer Vacation - The Thrilling Conclusion

A college boy gets what he so richly deserves - and desperately needs.
As she spoke, something about how my scholarship and my place on the team couldn’t possibly have anything to do with this perverted old bitch’s filthy instructions flitted through my mind, but it was gone before it took root. My brain was crippled with lust and I continued to pump my cock, my eyes glued to her gorgeous pussy.

As I watched, she slowly pulled a glistening finger from inside of her and slipped it into her mouth. I swear to Jesus, God and all the Saints that I almost shot my load right there, watching her tongue play over her moistened finger.

I squeezed a ribbon of the clear gel across my cock like I was slapping mustard on a brat at the ballpark. Jesus, it felt good, stroking my greasy cock for her.

“Am I doing it right?” I asked her, and I knew I was because her eyes were locked on my hand, sliding up and down my slick pole, and I could hear her breathing becoming louder as she continued to play with herself, punctuated every so often by sharp little gasps as she watched me thrust my hips and stroke my aching shaft.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes … just like that.”

She leaned back in the couch and threw her legs even further apart, spreading her pussy lips with both hands and I could smell the thick, heavy scent of her wet snatch as she slipped two fingers from each hand inside herself and worked it wide open, bracing her clit between her thumbs.

She sat up and scooted forward on the couch, sitting on edge of the sofa in front of me. Without even knowing it, my hand started to speed up on my cock and I could feel my nuts starting to tighten up like I was gonna blow my load.

“Uh, uh, uh, Robert, don’t you come yet,” she whispered seductively into my ear. “We’re just getting started. Take your hand from your cock.”

With great and growing reluctance, I did. It stood out straight, thrusting upward, with a bead of precum glistening from the tip. She wiped it with her forefinger and brought it to her mouth. Looking me in the eye, she licked it off, leaned forward and licked my lips. Her breath smelled like sex.

“Now, Robert, get on your knees, right here between my legs, and position the head of your cock at the entrance to my cunt.”

I did as she said.

“Now, touch the head of your cock to my cunt, just the tip. Do not put in, Robert. That is not going to happen … that’s it, just keep the tip of your greasy little cock right there.”

My piss slit touched her snatch, and she grabbed my shaft in her tiny hand and rubbed the head over her clit, looking directly into my eyes as she did it. I met her gaze and when my aching cock slid down toward her hole, I instinctively thrust forward, trying to bury it inside her.

She pushed me back hard and I almost lost my balance.

“Did I tell you to put your cock inside me, Robert?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Then why did you try? Concentrate, Robert: focus.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Alright, let’s try it again.”

Once more, I placed the tip of my cock against the entrance to her hole. It was agony and ecstasy at the same time, and it was driving me fucking crazy. All I could think about was how fucking good it would feel to drive it home and fuck this crazy bitch.

“Now,” she said slowly, grinding her pussy against the tip of my cock. “We’re going to start the clock. You are going to jack off for me, Robert, right here, with the head of your cock touching my cunt, at my command. When I tell you to stroke, you stroke. When I tell you to speed up, you speed up and when I tell you to stop, you damn well better stop. If you can last ten minutes, I will let you have your orgasm. If not, well, who knows when you’ll cum again … Are we clear?”

I grunted, looking down at the head of the head of my cock wedged up against her swollen slit.

“I said, are we clear?”

“Like Windex,” I whispered, barely able to think straight.

She reached behind her and grabbed her iPhone. I watched her set the timer for ten minutes and place it on the end table, next to her teacup.

“Alright, Robert, begin.”

I did. The clock ticked down, but it seemed as if time stood still and when I looked up there was still eight minutes left.

“Stop, and remove your hand,” she commanded.

I did.

“Now, Robert, without using your hand, place the tip of your cock inside me – just the tip, Robert, and only the tip.”

I pushed forward, feeling just a bit of my cockhead slide into her hot and holy cunt. I swear to God, it took every ounce of self-control I had to keep from burying it up to the hilt in her right then and there.

But I didn’t.

Instead, she pushed forward so that the entire head of my cock slipped inside her her; she grabbed my shaft and held it in place, squeezing the tip of my cock with the muscles of her pussy, tightening and releasing, in a slow but steady rhythm. I looked down and watched her pussy lips work their magic. The room fell away until there was nothing left but the exquisite sensation of her kneading the head of my cock with her muscular twat and her hand gripping my shaft nice and tight.

I knew I could not hold out much longer. Mercifully, the timer went off and she pushed me away. My still-hard cock slid silently out of her.

She lay back on the couch and spread her legs again, holding open the lips of her tender hole with both hands, me on my knees, cock rigid and balls swollen from the psychotic edging she’d just put me through.

“Congratulations, Robert. You have earned your reward. You may finish jerking off, but when you cum, I want you to shoot your sperm on my cunt, Robert. Not in it, on it. I want to see your cum.”

I did as I was told. I grabbed my turgid meat and jacked off for her. It did not take more than three or four pumps before my nuts tightened and my cock erupted, spattering thick gobs of jizz onto her swollen pussy. My cum ran down between her cunt lips and flowed into her open hole, and some of it stained the cushion beneath her.

I was still jacking my cock, coaxing those final droplets of cum out my balls, when her iPhone jittered on the table next to her. Reflexively, I looked at the thing, only to see Coach’s smiling face looking back at me from her caller ID.

What the fuck?

She picked it up: “Yes, dear? Yes, we’re just finishing up now. Yes … Robert’s done quite well this afternoon, better than I expected. Yes … Yes, he’s just about to have something to eat now and then he’ll be on his way. Yes … I’ll tell you all about it when I get home. I love you, too.”

Putting the phone down on the table, she slid toward me and laced her hands around the back of my head, playing with my hair.

I gaped at her, not knowing what to say or do.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know,” she said, sarcastically.

She leaned back on the couch and pulled my head down toward her jizz-slathered hole.

“Now be a dear and clean up your mess so I can get home to my husband, Robert, and don’t forget to be here tomorrow at the same time. You did well today, but we have a lot of ground to cover, my boy, a lot of ground.”

I got to work.
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Comments(4)


Californiaman
Posted 21 Mar 2014 15:27
That was a short, but stimulating, summer vacation. How did the studies progress?
Meggsy
Posted 08 Jan 2014 11:34
She has to be the cock teaser of the century.
Nice story.
Turnstone
Posted 08 Jan 2014 10:19
Great calling for a hand-y man...

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Andrew84
Posted 08 Jan 2014 09:23
Very good!
 

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